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if i am a triangle, where do you reside in the geometry of our collision? if you are a circle, might we negotiate other polygons? if we are line, then what point is our beginning, our end?
» Posted By dominguez On 12.11.2017 @ 10:41 am
emaciated from the feast, he vomits abyss into abyss, and from this, nourishment that blooms into tomorrow’s food.
» Posted By dominguez On 11.16.2015 @ 7:03 am
the child asked his father about the picture in the barber shop. “Why is his hair red?” “Because it’s dyed.” “It died?” The child sits back and ponders the dilemma, exhales with the gravitas only a four-year-old can have, and commits: “I’ll do it.”
» Posted By dominguez On 10.17.2015 @ 9:11 am
outside of the cage, the invisible chains are adamantine. escape into the cell. away from the panoptic gaze of the exhausting other. liberation through isolation.
» Posted By dominguez On 10.06.2015 @ 7:05 am
yes, the fissure revealed an imperfection, but it also was evidence of the history of a dance with gravity, or perhaps play with a child. and, if you ask me, anything without no cracks ain’t to be trusted.
» Posted By dominguez On 09.23.2015 @ 12:50 pm
Of course, falling into the abyss of your surface was not intended. How can one choose to destroy all possible ground on which to stand and walk? But now, here I am, here we are, dancing with the consequence of that stumble.
» Posted By dominguez On 09.21.2015 @ 6:43 am
yes, there are those memories of yelling at me when I sucked my finger to so late an age. there was the missed goal on the soccer field. there was the time I punched you in the face and then collapsed waiting for you to respond with your own blows, but you only responded with tears. but behind that ZZ Top beard you wear now, the kind smile that was always there has matured into a gorgeous gem.
» Posted By dominguez On 09.16.2015 @ 6:24 am
constructing all the tiny parts, not only the furniture and human inhabitants, but manipulating the lights and the shadows cast, the smells, the ambient. and just when you are about to say “Action!”, a fly lands on the counter, and the whole scene shatters into a the fragmented truth that it tries to mask.
» Posted By dominguez On 09.15.2015 @ 11:54 am
upon her sleeve, badges, wounds, indicating the war. honor on her. skirmishes becoming battles become war becoming death becoming silence becoming peace. and then, when there is no one left to bestow the awards, what of this recognition?
» Posted By dominguez On 09.07.2015 @ 9:19 am
hair, nails, skin–pieces of me fall to the earth, necessary amputations that allow for new growth and what we think is “beauty.”
» Posted By dominguez On 06.15.2015 @ 7:02 am
I must remain passive to the unfolding of our love. My hands are not involved. Only this heart, which bears the burden and responsibility of millions of years of origami, and I’m kind of attached to the way it has formed.
» Posted By dominguez On 06.10.2015 @ 7:41 am
turn around. cover. press. impress. turn around. cover. find geography that is hard. run. run. not to hard. press. impress. tiptoe. detour. turn around. cover. cover. cover.
» Posted By dominguez On 06.08.2015 @ 7:19 am
exhausted from these games. you claimed to be an elephant, but you have forgotten so quickly my flesh, my voice. I exist as a ghost, and so it is no surprise that you treat my like an ethereal creature that can pass through walls because there are no internal organs to obstruct the way.
» Posted By dominguez On 05.25.2015 @ 6:26 am
tending the soil, a daily toil. turning up dirt to find the way to make growth spurt. the worms and beetles, the fruits and dung.
» Posted By dominguez On 04.09.2015 @ 7:37 am
there is nothing that is mine. no possessions of the “typical” trappings–homes, cars, property. Perhaps I own my instruments, my books, my creations, but to say “own” seems to reduce them to objects of quantifiable value. Nay, like lovers, we exist reciprocally, dialogically, dialectically, and such words as “owner” make no sense here.
» Posted By dominguez On 04.06.2015 @ 7:23 am
your lips, I asymptotically launch and land, impossible contact. yet it is precisely in this space that our love exists.
» Posted By dominguez On 03.31.2015 @ 6:14 am
the ground upon which I stand, the point of departure from which I act, the eye that sees, the spirit that animates, the life force that propels existence towards its eventual annihilation. between two voids, distended by the abyss.
» Posted By dominguez On 03.30.2015 @ 6:52 am
I bend, going with gravity, into my finitude, stretching against this inevitability, expanding, lengthening my body, my life, by a few centimeters, only to be overtaken by the infinity of constriction.
» Posted By dominguez On 03.25.2015 @ 7:12 am
the trees have been eradicated. the earth, cut open and barren. the water, a bucket for our waste. the air, a thick curtain now solid.
» Posted By dominguez On 03.24.2015 @ 7:07 am
I lift you up, balancing on my toes, articulating some mythology, moving through this tragedy, we dance.
» Posted By dominguez On 03.22.2015 @ 7:11 am
stacks of papers on the desk. the toolshed in the back. fragments of poems. my apology to you. your apology to me.
» Posted By dominguez On 03.18.2015 @ 7:44 am
there was that dream once, when I woke up as a bamboo shoot. growing, growing, growing, so quickly. I was certain that I would reach pass through the sky to the sun. but suddenly…
» Posted By dominguez On 03.16.2015 @ 7:20 am
electrons searching for an orbit, a cloud, a p-shell, a bond, an ion, a heart.
» Posted By dominguez On 03.15.2015 @ 7:52 am
you have entered me, like a flood. through my pores, eyes, ears, nose, mouth, anything through which the liquid of your spirit might seep.
» Posted By dominguez On 03.14.2015 @ 8:29 am
what is left that I can squeeze in hopes of a feeling of security? no blankets, no bears, nothing adorable remains except this dream I have of you, which, being a dream, is outside of the purview of my willing, the dream where we hug and the mingling of grief and healing is so overwhelming that I must wake.
» Posted By dominguez On 03.12.2015 @ 6:55 am
minimum axiom, maximum sum. aluminum atrium, colloquium chum. magnesium symposium, helium premium.
» Posted By dominguez On 03.10.2015 @ 7:29 am
during my time with you, my love, calories were burned.
» Posted By dominguez On 03.09.2015 @ 6:40 am
over the spit, she turned the meat of me. charring my outsides, but keeping the insides soft and red. my vision turned toward my own roasting, and I began to taste the barbecue of my soul.
» Posted By dominguez On 02.23.2015 @ 6:05 am
in this tiny cup, a world of sunlight and soil, water and toil. I sip so I may continue my own labor, entering into the cycle of blooming and death.
» Posted By dominguez On 02.22.2015 @ 8:26 am
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attaching the bit to the wave, we try to tame the current. but the teeth and the jaw are liquid, so the mechanism of control passes right through. we are left bereft in our chariot, which now becomes our tomb, sinking amongst the billion other bullion inside the abyss.
» Posted By dominguez On 02.21.2015 @ 7:21 am